In the face of housing prices, ghost rumors are nothing. Some people, to save money, even dare to buy houses where crimes have occurred.
What's more, Sanjiang Garden is just a place with ghost rumors; there have been no victims, and no one has seen anything firsthand.
The young boss provided a clue from a different angle.
Tuanzi scratched her head, a bit conflicted.
"Miaomiao can't analyze it anymore."
She looked to her friends for help, but seeing everyone was still busy eating, she had no choice but to seek help from the adults next door.
A few parents and the director were eating noodles in a noodle shop.
Several types of noodles were laid out on the table, including beef hand-pulled noodles, lamb mixed noodles, clear soup noodles, and spicy braised noodles.
The fragrance was enticing, and Tuanzi suddenly felt she couldn't move on.
She thought seriously.
"Ice cream doesn't fill the stomach; main meals should be staple foods."
